Lone rock by the sea

Coll. by Mitchell
Transc. by Parler
Booth Campbell
Cane Hill, Ark.
March 30, 1950
Reel 17-18 , Item 3
The Lone Rock by the Sea
Oh, tell me not the woods are fair,
Nor spring is an its way,
Full well I know how bright the air
In joy the young leaves play.
How sweet on winds of m o m or eve
The violets breath must be,
Just ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea,
Just ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea.
The wild waves tumbling on the shore,
The curlew's restless cry,
Unto my waiting heart is more
Than all earth's melody.
Come back, my ocean rover, come,
There's but one spot for me
Till I can greet thy swift sail home,
My lone rock by the sea,
Till I can greet thy swift sail home,
My lone rock by the sea.

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Coll. by Mitchell
Transc. by Parler
Booth Campbell
Cane Hill, Ark.
March 30, 1950
Reel 17-18 , Item 3
The Lone Rock by the Sea
Oh, tell me not the woods are fair,
Nor spring is an its way,
Full well I know how bright the air
In joy the young leaves play.
How sweet on winds of m o m or eve
The violets breath must be,
Just ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea,
Just ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea.
The wild waves tumbling on the shore,
The curlew's restless cry,
Unto my waiting heart is more
Than all earth's melody.
Come back, my ocean rover, come,
There's but one spot for me
Till I can greet thy swift sail home,
My lone rock by the sea,
Till I can greet thy swift sail home,
My lone rock by the sea.